My
mom had to take me to school, along with this really noisy girl that rides my
bus. My mom gets to the parking lot and stops to let me out. I open the door, but before I can step out, she starts driving again. "Hey, mom," I said, "what are you doing? You are supposed to drop me off at school."
"I gave you more than enough time to get out. Now I'm going to work." Then she takes me to work . . . my work. I
clock in and my
boss tells me that instead of doing my normal job, I have to look after my
autistic 9 year old
cousin Sarah. Since that is a much better job than checking out
groceries and getting carts off the lot, I agree and go to the
room they say she is in.
She has this very
interesting toy, a toy that I have never seen. It is a ball that one applies
paint to in a
random manner. A
basketball-
pump looking
apparatus is inserted into the
ball, which then opens up like a
flower, with
sections
radiating from the
center. My
sister's
Jewish friend runs in the room, talking about how cool this toy is. However, she is urging me not to put the pump in the
sphere.
She leaves, and I go to talk to Sarah. She is singing a
song by
Pavement, but which song, I cannot remember. I ask her where she heard that song.
"It's my favorite song," she replies.
"But where did you hear it?"
"Favorite song . . . "
As she is
speaking, I
notice her
teeth. They are
yellow, and horribly
crooked. They are pointing every which way, and there is even a
tooth that seems to be coming from the
roof of her
mouth, a very
improbable location for a tooth indeed.